She laughed. "I know." She reached up on her tiptoes to hug me tightly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her waist. "I missed you," she whispered into my ear.
"I know." We laughed, and I led her to me car. "How have you been?"
"Fine…I'm sorry about everything, Edward. I didn't mean to drag you into my shit. And I'm sorry for taking off like that. It was wrong of me."
Her saying sorry brought my previous feelings boiling to the surface. Anger and betrayal simmered beneath my skin, and I felt my hands clench into fists. "You're right, it was wrong of you. Leaving me alone to deal with the outcome. You do realize I've already moved on? That I don't care about you like that anymore."
She looked at her feet. "Edward, I know I made mistakes, but we can fix it…"
"No," I said, cutting her off, "we can't. Because I don't want to. It's over. It's been over since you left. I'm done. I loved you, but I don't anymore."
I heard her take a shuddering breath, and then she spoke. "Edward, I'm-"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Emily. We're through. You had your chance, and I was so willing to be yours. But you screwed it up. Go back to him; I'm not going to deal with everything you put me through all over again."
I sighed, my thoughts leaking toward Bella. Like they usually did.
I looked at her then, and saw the tears in her eyes. Her large brown eyes. The ones I could get lost in for many hours. Before. Now, they were just eyes, and were flat compared the brown eyes of Bella.
Bella.
Maybe I am lovesick. "I should get going. I'll see you around, Emily. Tell Sam I said 'hi.'" I smiled at her, and turned my back, leaving her in the parking lot.
My punk-ass car. Not really punk-ass, but it was pretty damn awesome. I patted its new paint job and slid in, the smoothness of pleather pleasing. Key in the ignition, turn. Vroom. I'm about to put the car in reverse when there is a knock at my window. I looked over. Emmett.
I watched the window roll down. "What, dumbass?" He grinned goofily.
"Ride, please." I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door so he could get in. He slid in, buckling up quickly. I realized that I hadn't buckled mine, and strapped myself in. We drove in silence for a couple minutes. Halfway through the ride, Emmett spoke. "So…you and Swan, eh?"
My blood boiled, and my fingers tensed around the steering wheel. "Who told you that?" I hissed through my teeth. Emmett laughed, putting his feet up on the dashboard. I gritted my teeth so more, and slapped at his legs. He put them down glumly.
"Jasper. Don't worry, he didn't tell anyone else. Just me." I sighed, but my blood still simmered.
"He fucking promised he wouldn't tell anyone, that jackass." Emmett laughed again, then he turned up the radio.
"A'right. Listen. She's a sweetheart. The big bro approves. But watch that important organ, 'kay? 'Cause a taken woman usually ends in heartache. And I don't particularly want to get my hands dirty, a'right?"
"Seriously, do you share a brain with Jasper? 'Cause he said the same thing." This whole thing was starting to bug me.
Emmett growled playfully. "No. I have my own, thank you."
"I doubt it."
"You bastard."
"That's my name, don't wear it out." I sent a mocking grin in his direction, and he laughed again and leaned back, putting his feet back up on the dashboard. I swatted them again, but he ignored me, so I hit the back of his head. He sighed, pulling his feet down.
I pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot.
"'Kay dude. I'll see you later. The band has a gig tomorrow. You being there?" Incorrect grammar, incorrect grammar!
"Yeah, douche. Now get the fuck out of here. I'm losing gas!"
Emmett rolled his eyes but got out. "The Ring, 'kay? Don't forget. Bring a date too. Bring a couple." I rolled up the window as he was talking. He gave me the bird, but I sent it flying back at him. He laughed and strolled into the lobby of the main building.
I sighed. I loved that bear. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of there.
The ride was silent except for the quiet purr of the engine, and the music that Emmett had turned on. I pulled into the winding driveway of Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Mine as well. It took me five minutes to reach the garage, and two to get it to open. Once my car was parked and locked, I used the garage door to get inside. The lights were still on, to my surprise. Esme liked to go to bed early, and Carlisle was working the late shift.
I found my mother sitting in the living room, sleeping soundly in the couch, the TV on mute. I smiled to myself before shutting the TV off and picking my mother up gently. She was extremely light, and I carried her silently to her room, laying her down flat on the bed. I took a blanket from the back of Carlisle's office chair and draped it across her shoulders. I turned the light off in the living room after leaving, then padded to my room.
Pajamas, teeth, and in bed. I shut off my light and let my open window and the sounds outside lull me to sleep.